User:Chris dk
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Background
Come to pub, have a few beers, we are some lovely firemen, who like to party, hey, it is not like anything is going to happen.... I went out that evening, saying goodbye to my wife and just going for a few pints with my mate (http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=414254)...after a couple of pints, something weird happens...the doors open and in comes the first wave of grotesque looking creatures, looking humanoid but way too damaged to be alive...
Everybody just dodged out the windows, the back entrance...or got eaten. I ran. I ran as quickly as I could. Back to my home. I could see there were dozens of these weird things, zombies, as other call them, the undead.... all over the place. When I came home I saw my house were crawling with those things. I dodged in through the back door. My wife, still alive at that time, had barricaded the doors, and were hiding with my kids upstairs. I called in for back-up. My unit had to help me. I was told, there were nothing to do. They had quarantined the whole city. I was on my own. I heard a shriek from the door. The hungry masses were coming through. I loaded up my gun. And then I waited
I woke up...where I actually did not know. The last thing I remember was I was fighting to protect my family. Then they swarmed in. Knocked me cold. That's how it all ended. And started.
Covered in blood from those I tried to protect, my love, my children, my family, I rose to look upon it all. It was horrifying. Nothing for me to do. Wandering around for days now, I have finally found somewhere to rest. Little Suburb called Yagoton. I made my way to the precint of Newbould, tried to sleep and get some supplies. But still they came for me. I tried to find a group called the abandoned...I managed to talk to some other scared survivors. And then they came again.
February 2006
Wednesday 15
First, only three entered the building. They were dispatched quickly. Then more entered and started killing off survivors. I fled in panic out on the streets. Exhausted, I fell onto the ground. And there I found my doom. Now I am looking for healing again...although it only heals my body.
Thursday 16
I rose...craving flesh. Wanting to eat everybody. I sat down. Meditated. Not much to meditate over. Some dude named Cadin came up to me. Stuck a needle in my. And then started firing at me. Me want to eat. Me tired. Me hungry. Me not hit man. Me miss. Me got blasted up good. Me think me need to think. Me no..mrh?
Friday 17
I woke up once again, covered in blood. I was lying in a big pile of dead bodies. Dohertyn (http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=369018) helped me...I thanked him, but he was already gone. Maybe this was just a dream? All of this a bad nightmare, and I would wake up again, surrounded by my children and wife in the place I once called home?
Reality kicked in, wether or not this was a dream did not matter, as I surely would be killed again if I stayed out in the open. I lay low for a couple of hours and dragged myself into the nearest police precint. My uniform in pieces, I quickly found some new clothing from someone who didn't need it anymore. There is a massive array of soldiers in here, but nothing seems to help...
Now I just sit here, and wait for healing...there is nothing more I can do. I am exhausted beyond my beliefs...
As I sat there, looking all beat up, a friendly person (http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=193036) came over, and just plain asked me, if I could use som medical care. He sure was a nice fellow.
Now I am fresh, no wounds, at least not on the outside....and totally tired. I think I am going to find a nice corner and take a nap...maybe forget all this....disappear into my dreams..
...but tomorrow always comes...
Saturday 18
So...another day. I am feeling quite good today. I went out, and I actually actually almost alone, nailed another Z, as the abandoned calls them..and hurt another one quite good. Then I discovered, that if I really looked into it, I could squeeze myself into buildings, that seemed almost impossible to enter...I soon after found myself in a little garage, and enjoying a quiet time with other who had discovered the same skill. But people out there need help...and not all are as lucky as I. So back to the beat, and out looking for ammo. In a day or two, I'll be all restocked, and perhaps find some consolidation in helping others out...I just hope to find some peace.
Sunday 19
Not much to tell...spend my day scrounging for supplies...now I am ready for action ...and eager to help.
Monday 20
Ahh...a beautiful day. It is a bit gray, but still, I am refreshed and had a nice meal. Some of my group came along and shared a MRE with me, so I was quite invigorated as I went out and tried to help out. At tinker Street, two of the former living were standing, looking rather daft. Easily, but with help, I dispatched one of them, but the help weren't really any help...he should have concentrated on the other instead.
Anyway, with another kill and the streets made a bit safer, I ran for safety and spend the rest of the day, chatting with fellow survivors in a warehouse.
The life is not so bad anymore....
Tuesday 21
Another day spent supplying and looking at faces coming by. Apparently, the warehouses around Hinkley are very friendly, so I have been sitting around there and enjoying other peoples company. Now one thing we need, apart from ammo, guns and First aid, is GIRLS! There are too few girls ...but then again, I would believe that men were more prone to survive as we are more primal and easy-going with violence...apart from that, we do not seem to care if the shotguns do not match our outfits
Wednesday 22
Hehe...I was going for the Newbould PD as we are about to move out and save some poor souls around town. It seems that our 'burb is quite safe, thanx to my work...well, maybe the work of all us abandoned ones, that tries to help out. I stormed in...and discovered that the precint were wide open, and undeads were standing amongst the survivors. I tried to take one down, but the sucker had a flak jacket on...so I ran...I am sure that just one more shot from my shotgun would have nailed it, but I wouldn't put myself at risk...I hated the feeling of being a mindless twat, so I ran into a secure building. I did call out to others, but I just hope that they will get there in time to help the last ones... All I can do is sit and wait...
Friday 24
The last days have been hectic...I was about to join a strike team, but Newbould precint is constantly under attack from the Z's. Somehow survivors seem to rally there, and that attracts them. Nobody understands that the only should supply themselves in there and then run for shelter elsewhere, so I do my best to defend those poor souls. But I am only one...so I strike...and run for shelter...guess this is going to be how it works for the rest of the time untill someone helps me out in keeping that precint safe...
Tuesday 28
...Now this is weird...we are all in the same boat...but still a lot of wackos try to kill their fellow survivors and feed us to the zombies? It is so strange that we can't stand together against the misery of the undeads. I walk around, my clothes drenched in blood from fellow survivors and undead hordes and still, we can't make peace? We, as humans, cannot unite...
It makes me so sad, that on top of all things, human society is still trying to exterminate it self.
I have spend my last days in the Mall, just sitting in a corner and drinking. Nothing really matters anyway... It is all useless...
March 2006
Friday 3
These couple of days have been...indifferent. I have discussed some philosophical questions with the other survivors, but it seems that there are more and more of the zombie-thingys coming back to life. I have been jumping around from two police stations, but everytime one of them is cleared, the other one is swamped. At a time, I counted as many as 51 dead bodies outside the Moorhouse precint...I wonder what happens when they all come back. My fellow survivors, or some of them, has gone to Millen Hills, to try and widen our buffer zone, but now it seems that it just has turned everyone against Yagoton. But then again, more refugees seem to gather here, so it is perhaps all to the best. Anyway, after running around and using up all the supplies I had, I am back in the mall, to gather info, and maybe to have a pint or two..oh yeah, and to get some more ammo ...but everyone seems so sad...I wonder if we ever can turn the wave back, if everyone just get depressed...is there no use for humans at all then?
Monday 6
Now this has been some weird days...I have been killed...and revived...and killed...and the other guys from my team has told me, I should NOT try to save people in the Bale Mall. Apparently it seems, that there are some other guys who protects the Bale Mall, and we are not supposed to protect anybody in there. I still don't get politics, but the guys have been friendly, so I better not rock the boat. Well, I kinda rocked the boat a little, but then I got killed...and revived...and then nobody would let me in again, and I got killed...and revived..AGAIN...now I am running around and I am infected...so I better find a medpac to get me fresh again. Weird this place...being dead and living all the time. Better make the best of it
Tuesday 7
...well...went out...shot something...went home again...Does this nightmare never end...or is there anything, that makes a difference?
Friday 10
It seems that I have made an archenemy by the name of M Tek...he is quite funny, not as honorable as he would like to be, but still quite funny....So now I run around and get killed by him..and kills him...finally got him today :D
He is still an annoyance to the BME, so I'd better take him out a couple of times ...
Tuesday 14
I can't do this no more. There is no end to the misery I see in the others eyes. I try to fight the Z's but everyday just seem like a senseless slaughter. Friends are falling around me, humans fight humans, no one is safe, even when they are supposed to be protected by those who they believed were saviours... It is so meaningless. Even a brother in Arms have turned around and is now with the enemies, the Neon Knights, and all we can do is watch as this sick place is getting to everyone. There is just no hope anymore. Just no hope...
freday 17
....food...blood...must..maim...kill....hungry....
May 2006
Wednesday 10
Man this is getting tiresome.... Old friends keep disappearing and new enemies appearing everywhere. I have been killed and revived for so many times that I have lost count. It seems that there is no sense anymore, but still, I cannot loose hope. Someday, there must be some way out of here. Somehow, I must continue the fight. I can't give up.... but it is hard to keep going when it all seems so useless...God help us all
